Monthly Archives: March 2010

  • Moroccan Spiced Lamb Rack with Burnt Aubergine Sauce

    March 2010

    Aubergine is surely the most magical of all vegetables. Stacks of shiny purple orbs sit squat and full of promise everywhere down Rye Lane,* and a particularly good looking specimen will seduce me at least once a week. When I first started learning to cook, the aubergine was also my first big disappointment – I […]

  • Food From The Rye: Jerk Chicken

    March 2010

    You could say I’m fond of jerk, but you’d be making one hell of an understatement. The Jerk Cookout Festival has been my event of the year for the past three and I’ve struggled the rest of the time to make a solid version at home. Smokey Jerkey in New Cross (one of the best) […]

  • Chorizo Stuffed Squid

    March 2010

    Is it time to get the BBQ out yet? Is it is it is it? No? As much as I enjoy the odd winter BBQ, the novelty is starting to wear off. I want to feel the sun beating down on my back and the fierce heat of the grill on my face, knowing that […]

  • Silk Road

    March 2010

    We deserve more decent restaurants in South East London. I’m forever wanging on about the regions nether of river but there’s only so often one can shout about the same places. We needed fresh blood and Silk Road is it. The interior displays a distinct lack of frills. As we bundled from the cosy bosom of […]

  • Star Anise Ice Cream

    March 2010

    Shoot me a jibe about my childlike obsession with ice cream and I’ll knock it back from fifty paces. It’s not dull, it’s not just for kids and I don’t need to order the gold-leaf-plated mille fuille of  fruits of Eden with a Perrier Jouet Belle Epoque sabayon; I  just want a bowl of ice […]

  • Steak with Chimichurri

    March 2010

    When a girl gets gifted with a hefty hunk o’ prime cattle, her thoughts immediately turn to entertaining; a lengthy weekend lunch with mates was on the cards. Picture this: nearest and dearest gathered on sofas with a glass and a smile; the soothing rhythm of contented chatter drifting through the kitchen; me pondering whether […]